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Ever done something and then later ask yourself, "why did I do/say that?" or "how did that happen?"
It happens to me a lot lately, and I find myself losing my grip on life, or at least the most important things in life. I hate to be always searching for happiness and knowing that even if it comes, it only comes to go. I hate to think of this as depression. I'd like to think that there's a reason to keep on living & surviving in this rosebush of a world, with all the torns pricking my delicate skin as I try to move in it, and even as I try to escape from it.
Something lighter & less emotional:
The chronicles of my hair.
My hair always attracts attention. Not that it's a bad thing. Currently it drops to the top of my butt when i let it down, and hang waist-length when i tie it up high. Recently I had it colored dark red, but now the red has come off & my hair's a weird brown color. I have naturally straight hair which I rebonded more than a year ago to make it even straighter. People always look at my hair & I always get compliments. It's been this way for as long as I can remember. Even when I was young, people kept saying how thick, shiny, black, etc my hair was. And my mom always encourages me to have long hair cuz she thinks it looks beautiful. Well, she's not the only one I guess ;)
I remember when my hair was past my shoulders, not rebonded, black & had chunky gold highlights. I was sitting along Orchard Rd & this guy came up to me & said, "hi, i'm from so-and-so salon(it's supposed to be a popular salon but i can't remember the name). i think you're beautiful(i thought he was another of those scam modeling scouts people) and you have beautiful hair(hah!). can you be my hair model?" Well of course I turned it down & told him that I had something on & had to get going. Hair model? I probably won't mind doing a shampoo ad, but a salon hair model whose hair becomes the guinea pig of stupid hairstylists? No freakin way. He could also probably be a pervert who likes kinky stuff like tying hair to bedposts, or he could be a 'hair smuggler', if there is such a thing.
Then there was another time I was buying my mp3 player and the saleswoman complimented that I was sexy and that she absolutely lurrrrrved my hair. I felt like asking her, is it my hair, or me, that's sexy? Of course I didn't.
And now there is a girl at work who always compliments my hair & touches it everytime she walks past me (yikes).
So now I'm stuck with boring, very long brown hair which still gets compliments. Currently I have absolutely no mood to do anything to it, except just put it up in a boring manner. And that's the short story of my long hair, for now.
It happens to me a lot lately, and I find myself losing my grip on life, or at least the most important things in life. I hate to be always searching for happiness and knowing that even if it comes, it only comes to go. I hate to think of this as depression. I'd like to think that there's a reason to keep on living & surviving in this rosebush of a world, with all the torns pricking my delicate skin as I try to move in it, and even as I try to escape from it.
Something lighter & less emotional:
The chronicles of my hair.
My hair always attracts attention. Not that it's a bad thing. Currently it drops to the top of my butt when i let it down, and hang waist-length when i tie it up high. Recently I had it colored dark red, but now the red has come off & my hair's a weird brown color. I have naturally straight hair which I rebonded more than a year ago to make it even straighter. People always look at my hair & I always get compliments. It's been this way for as long as I can remember. Even when I was young, people kept saying how thick, shiny, black, etc my hair was. And my mom always encourages me to have long hair cuz she thinks it looks beautiful. Well, she's not the only one I guess ;)
I remember when my hair was past my shoulders, not rebonded, black & had chunky gold highlights. I was sitting along Orchard Rd & this guy came up to me & said, "hi, i'm from so-and-so salon(it's supposed to be a popular salon but i can't remember the name). i think you're beautiful(i thought he was another of those scam modeling scouts people) and you have beautiful hair(hah!). can you be my hair model?" Well of course I turned it down & told him that I had something on & had to get going. Hair model? I probably won't mind doing a shampoo ad, but a salon hair model whose hair becomes the guinea pig of stupid hairstylists? No freakin way. He could also probably be a pervert who likes kinky stuff like tying hair to bedposts, or he could be a 'hair smuggler', if there is such a thing.
Then there was another time I was buying my mp3 player and the saleswoman complimented that I was sexy and that she absolutely lurrrrrved my hair. I felt like asking her, is it my hair, or me, that's sexy? Of course I didn't.
And now there is a girl at work who always compliments my hair & touches it everytime she walks past me (yikes).
So now I'm stuck with boring, very long brown hair which still gets compliments. Currently I have absolutely no mood to do anything to it, except just put it up in a boring manner. And that's the short story of my long hair, for now.
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